Mo Bei looked at his experience points, plus the experience gained from killing monsters alone the day before yesterday, and now the total is 61 points. Suddenly remembering something, he stopped and turned around.
Perona, who was following closely behind, had just turned around from looking around, and before she could stop in time, her face hit the shield he was holding at his side with a "bang".
Mo Bei shrank his neck and panicked inside. He saw Perona covering her nose, lowering her head with her back to him, and her hair seemed to be moving by itself without the wind. . .
Milor looked at him speechlessly.
"Yes... By the way, how much experience points did you get?" Mo Bei asked quickly.
"25 o'clock..." Milor replied.
Mo Bei took out a piece of parchment and a charcoal pen, scribbled down two numbers, and then looked at Perona expectantly.
Perona looked at him expressionlessly, her nose still a little red.
Mo Bei thought to himself that he couldn't really blame himself. If you were taller, you wouldn't be able to hit your nose.
"Do you want to know the law of distribution of experience?" Milor asked upon seeing this.
"Yeah!" Mo Bei gave him a wise look.
"The book says it's roughly evenly divided. Teams that have been training together for a long time are all at the same level." Milor gave the answer directly.
"Snapped!"
Perona's staff swung on Mo Bei's thigh.
Mo Bei rubbed his legs and didn't dare to hum. He waved his hand to continue on his way.
Along the way, the three of them cleared away some scattered monsters, and Mo Bei felt that the surrounding scenery began to look familiar.
When he saw the abandoned farm on the hillside, he secretly praised himself as an experienced driver for leading the team.
This time there was no smoke coming out from behind the barn, but he still cautiously led the two of them around the low wall.
When he could see the open space behind the barn, he was a little stunned.
Crouching behind the low wall, Mo Bei saw at least 20 sinking demons and three sinking demon wizards in the open space.
Why are there so many more monsters than last time? . .
Mo Bei felt that one of the fallen magic wizards looked different, just because his body seemed to contain extremely high temperatures. The air on the surface of the burning body became dense. He stuck the staff beside him, lowered his head and sat on a stone as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.
Elite fallen magic wizard!
Mo Bei felt that 99% of those were elites. He thought of the elite zombies he encountered and hesitated a little. Elites were much stronger than ordinary monsters.
All three of them are level 1. Except for Perona who can fireball, he and Milor don't have any skills. Although he has killed a group of fallen demons by himself before without taking any damage, the situation is completely different when there are too many monsters. .
He couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't be injured or even killed in the face of so many monsters.
Based on his experience in the game, Mo Bei also guessed that the Sinking Demon Wizard was probably enhanced by flames. Not only was the fireball it emitted much more powerful, but it also had a high chance of exploding after death, killing everyone nearby.
Do it or not? Mo Bei was thinking hard about strategies in his mind.
"Walk."
He greeted his two teammates in a low voice, ducked and turned around to hide in the blind spot of the group of fallen demons.
The two girls followed closely behind.
The three of them retreated a distance and began to search for traces of the hard-skinned mice. Usually these guys hide their heads and tails, but it was not easy to find them if they searched deliberately at this time.
The three of them searched for a long time and finally found two hard-skinned mice in a bush. Milor sent one away with an arrow.
Mo Bei put the corpses of two crusty mice into the inventory, and was relieved when he saw that the two corpses were floating quietly, with no blood flowing out.
The fact that things stop completely as soon as they are put into the inventory is very convenient, at least the food you bring will not spoil.
The three of them returned to the farm. Mo Bei found a low wall, threw the bodies of two crusty mice over the low wall, and then quickly returned to Milor and Perona.
According to his memory, that location should be discovered by the group of fallen demons.
After waiting for a while, I saw a small group of fallen demons rushing towards two crusty rats, six in total.
"Milor, find a way to kill them!" Mo Bei squatted behind the low wall. He gestured with his sword and waved it forward.
Although it was strange why Mo Bei said that, Milor understood what he meant. The bent bow shot two arrows in a row, and a fallen demon was hit by the arrows one after another. As soon as he turned around, he fell to the ground, only twitching.
A fire bomb followed closely, blowing up the face of another Sinking Demon until the skin and flesh were charred, and then an arrow shot through the neck and was taken away directly.
Before they could figure out the situation, the six Sinking Demons turned into experience points under the continuous long-range attacks.
"I have two forts, so I asked you if you are afraid."
Mo Bei looked out a little proudly, looking forward to a few more cannon fodder.
"Behind me!!" Milor issued an urgent warning.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Bei heard a roar from behind. He turned around without hesitation and raised his shield to block the two of them. He saw a fireball as big as a basin shooting at Perona at an extremely fast speed.
Mo Bei subconsciously jumped forward and raised his shield to block!
"Boom!" The fireball exploded on the shield, and the flames directly engulfed Mo Bei.
Mo Bei felt a huge force coming from the shield. The shield instantly hit his chest, and he flew backwards, knocking Perona down with him.
The severe burning pain was mixed with a strange feeling that was indescribably uncomfortable. That is the passing of life force.
In his consciousness, he saw that one-third of his health disappeared directly. This was the result of blocking it with his shield.
The enhanced flames were indeed much more intense than the fireballs I had experienced before.
After falling to the ground, Mo Bei resisted his dizziness, gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to see the situation clearly.
The elite Sinking Magic Wizard was standing next to the vase on the farm, followed by two other Sinking Magic Wizards, while Milor had started to fight back before Mo Bei was hit by the fireball.
The arrow that just hit the chest was pulled out nonchalantly by the elite fallen magician, threw it on the ground, and then shook his staff to cast a spell.
Perona, who was lying next to her, got up in one fell swoop. Before she could stand still, she fired a fire bomb with a wave of her hand. Her movements were unexpectedly agile.
The fire bomb fired by Perona and the second arrow shot by Milor hit each other one after another, hitting the elite Sinking Demon. But the other party withstood the attack arrogantly and threw out a large fireball that roared towards Milor.
Following closely were two slightly smaller fireballs, which were the two ordinary fallen magicians. The group of little fallen demons were also screaming at this time, and rushed towards the three of them with high morale.
Seeing that his side was suppressed by fire, Mo Bei immediately decided to retreat.
The three of them narrowly escaped the attack of the Sinking Demon Wizards and retreated into the distance.
Milor shot an arrow backwards while running, but his accuracy was unaffected. A small fallen demon fell over and was trampled under the feet of his companions running behind him.
"handsome.."
Mo Bei's eyes lit up, and he felt that this group of monsters should be able to be defeated by this style of play, and he once again thanked Renault for allowing them to conduct physical training every day.
Perona moved her short legs at high speed, waved her hand, and fired a fire bomb behind her. Instead, a small fallen demon flew past and hit the ground.
"Save mana first." Mo Bei reminded.
Milor became more and more skilled in shooting, and his arrows seemed to have eyes, knocking the fallen demons behind him to the ground one by one. Seeing the Sinking Demon Wizard's eyes flashing fiercely, he raised his sheep's head staff and screamed twice. The little Sinking Demons seemed to have heard the order and turned around and ran back.
Upon seeing this, Milor and Perona chased after them. The combination of arrows and fire bombs caused heavy casualties to the remaining fallen demons, leaving corpses on the ground.
The fallen wizard on the hillside was so angry that he almost wanted to break the goat-head staff in his hand. Screaming angrily, he rushed down the hillside.
Milor and Perona waited for it to enter the shooting range and treated it unceremoniously. The elite fallen magician didn't seem to be much hurt. He screamed violently and waved his staff to throw out a fire bomb. There were as many as a dozen. This move caught the three of them off guard and they dodge in a panic.
When Mo Bei heard Milor's groan, he immediately turned his head and saw Milor falling to the ground, with his calves scorched black. At this time, a big fireball was roaring towards her.
Mo Bei once again rushed out to block the fireball with his shield and body. He rolled twice on the ground, but jumped up and rushed towards the Sinking Demon Wizard, his eyes blood red.
He didn't know if Milor could still run, but at this time he had to find a way to suppress the opponent's spellcasting.
He took out a bottle of healing potion and drank it in one gulp. When he held the sword in his hand again, he was close to the elite fallen magic wizard.
Inspired by Akali, Mo Bei squatted and slid towards the opponent's two ugly and twisted short legs. At the same time as the shovel hit the opponent, he stabbed out with a sword, and the dagger pierced his abdomen. Then he twisted his body violently, and the power of his lower body exploded. With the dagger inserted in the opponent's abdomen, he was severely beaten to the ground.
The dagger came out of his body and penetrated into the ground. Mo Bei dropped the dagger in his right hand and hit the sword pier with a shield, like hitting a nail with a hammer. The blade of the sword completely penetrated the body of the elite fallen demon wizard and nailed it to the ground.
At this time, Mo Bei was hit in the back by two fireballs. The fire engulfed Mo Bei entirely.
Mo Bei threw himself on the ground and saw the Sinking Demon Wizard pinned next to him struggling wildly. His claws were already on the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it out.
Seeing this, Mo Bei ignored the burning pain on his body and rushed forward with a shield and swung it at the guy's sword-drawing paw. Then he held the hilt of the sword with one hand, held the shield with the other, and kept hitting the ugly face with the edge of the shield. It hit the opponent so hard that his facial features were displaced and his face was covered with flowers.
Mo Bei ignored the other monsters at this time and only had eyes for the elite.
He believes in his teammates.
Milor knelt down on one knee and fired arrows in succession, shooting down the fallen demons that were approaching Mo Bei to the ground.
Perona used fire bombs to blast the faces of two ordinary fallen magicians in turn, constantly interrupting them to release fireballs and resurrection spells.
Mo Bei smashed while avoiding the opponent's short legs, and then heard Milor's cry.
"Mo Bei! Back off!"
Mo Bei did not hesitate and retreated as instructed, but when he saw that there were only corpses left behind him, he quickly retreated some distance.
Milor's feather arrows kept nailing the fallen wizard on the ground, but Perona had no power and stood there panting.
Mo Bei knew that flame-enhanced monsters have high fire resistance, so even if Perona could still cast fire bombs, he would stop her.
After all, the elite Sinking Demon failed to stand up again. "Boom!" The ground made a loud noise, and a huge fireball exploded from its body, with pieces of its limbs flying everywhere.
Mo Bei was speechless. Fortunately, he was far away.
The dagger was blasted high into the sky, whirled down, and was firmly planted on the ground, as if a tombstone had been set up for the elite fallen magician.
Mo Bei stepped forward and drew his dagger. One look at it made him feel very distressed! The durability is directly reduced by one third.
